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And then she moves her gaze north.
“Your nipples are pierced too?” Her full lips part in shock.
For a beat, I am afraid it will be too much for her. My secret rebellion that I keep hidden beneath my clothes. The piercings represent me taking back my autonomy.
A reminder that this body is mine.
It isn’t my father’s.
I’m not just a Roux.
“I love them,” Cinnamon gasps, lulling back on the bed, her thighs widening for me.
Warmth fills my cheeks, a mix of shame and embarrassment. Cinnamon makes me feel eighteen again.
Not like the thirty-four year old who is forced under the weight of an empire he never wanted. Who stepped into the role of a horrible father for Orzo. Who gave up on his own hopes and dreams with the death of his first unwanted wife.
“Reuben,” Cinnamon groans, driving all my attention back to her.
Forcing out the negativity that attempts to seep into this perfect moment.
I hyperfocus on her breasts as she falls back on the bed, and I bend over, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth.
I don’t hesitate before my teeth latch onto it, pinching it harshly.
She lets out an appreciative groan, confirmation that I have read her well.
She likes pain with her pleasure.
And I can relate.
Shifting my hips, the tip of my cock lines up with her cunt, but I hesitate. I release her nipple, moving up, until I hover above her lips. “Should I get a con—”
“Birth control. And I don’t have anything.” Her hair is a wild burgundy crown on my bed. Splattered below her, begging me to tangle my hands in it.
“I don’t either,” I say after a long silent beat.
My cheeks heat again.
Cinnamon reaches up, cupping my jaw. “You’re cute when you blush,” she offers softly. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
A feeling expands in my chest that I cannot remember ever feeling before.
Light, expansive. A hot air balloon carrying a weight I never knew I held.
Safe.
I feel safe and free with her.
“Red. That’s the word if this is too much. That’s all you need to say to end this. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
Before I can think it through, I duck, capturing her lips and snapping my hips into her at the same time.
My cock sinks into silk. Hot and tight that wraps me in a warm constricting vise.
She screams in my mouth. But I don’t hear the word red.
